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  • I beat down the cobwebs in the forests all those nights ago. They clung to my arms, almost as spindly as the webs themselves. My god, my goosebumps. I was so cold. Out too late, our imaginations got the best of us.

    I was so afraid of heights, even breaking out my screen for the three of us to sit on my roof. The tops of the trees looked like pillows. I could have jumped on them, waiting to bounce back up and meet your eye level again.

    The greatest $15 you ever spent on me was that carved state coin. I wear it around my neck when I feel nostalgic, it sits heavily on my collarbone, though it will never be as heavy as the day you presented it to me. I lifted my hair from my neck so you could fasten it, your hands keeping a distance from my spine. I was too young to understand the gesture. I was grateful then, though I'm grateful now for different reasons.

    Our parents labeled us the "Three Musketeers." The two of us have been okay the past few years, but we want you back. If nothing else, we'd like to thank you for shaping us half as well as you built the kingdoms in your head.
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